flying horses

the river of doubt gave birth to a beautiful stone, and in my hands i held it and i knew i was on my own, so i picked it up and held it to the sky, and in my reflection. i knew i was all alone, then i saw this girl with the most beautiful hair, she had it wrapped around her for clothes she did not wear, i asked her for a lock and she complied, after leaving, gorgeous footsteps in the sand as if she didn't care, she was the prettiest girl i ever saw, the stone lay still without a flaw, the feelings i had defied the law, as i came to, i went to, and i took a look, a look down the road, to see a badger and a one eyed toad, they didn't say a word, they just looked at me, with that wise old look of the old, then i went to down to town, to my favorite merry-go-round, to the place where magic horses fly, and you seldom see a frown, but then i stole a ring from the flying horses, and i can't begin to explain how, i stole a ring from the flying horses, and it's all rusty now, i stole a ring from the flying horses, and i can't begin to explain how, i stole a ring from the flying horses, and it's all rusty now, you see 'cause that stone fell through my pocket, and that lock of hair flew away with the wind, if you chance to meet upon either, well you know where they've been, but don't pick them up or try to find me, they're much happier to be on their own, beauty like that knows no home, and then if you take a look, a look down the road, you'll see a badger and a one eyed toad, they won't say a word they'll just look at you, with that wise look of the old,